|I miss my truck...
||[Apr. 10th, 2007|11:40 pm]
武蔵 厳, ムサシ
Since the truck was company property, and my old man fired me, I'm not allowed access to it anymore. Never realized how much I depended on it. Now I have to walk everywhere or take the damn subway. I have a crink in my back and sour moods in the morning when I get to school and at night when I go home. Losing a car is nothing like quitting smoking. I think I'm more crazy now than when I had the tremors.|
So get another fucking vehicle, old man! I don't know what the hell you're sulking about. A little walking never hurt anyone. Plus, your ass was getting flabby.
Like I haven't thought about that. If I had some money, then I would.
...and why would you notice something like that in the first place?
Look in your account.
Che, because I'm just so fucking hot for you. *eyeroll*
...good to know you can be a bank teller in the future.
Wow, I'm enlightened. That totally explains everything, now doesn't it? *snort*
Been training for it all my life.
Sure as hell does. Kekeke! *gunfire*
Hmmmm I wonder what to get.
Get a fucking bike. It'd suit you.
Do I look like a Zokugaku punk to you? No way.
Suit yourself. You'll see things my way.
I would have to agree with Musashi! A vehicle that can transport other players or equipment is probably more useful.
Uhm... and when I was about thirteen my dad gave me a talk once about girls and ah, the beautiful way of the samurai, and about how it was a personal choice....
Wha...FUCKING FATASS! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU BLABBERING ABOUT!?!??
Just... what... you two were saying earlier... n-nevermind! I guess I understood wrong. That happens a lot!
Still if you guys ever do want to talk--
DAMN RIGHT YOU GOT IT WRONG!!! *GUNFIRE*
I'm sorry, Hiruma-san! I won't make assumptions again! I was confused!
Seriously, we don't need the talk, but, um... thanks anyway.